Join me in the process of writing, editing and publishing my memoir. Previous book titles were: Dear Mom and Dad, Please Send Money; Love Without Borders; and Unstoppable, My Journey to The House of Hope..

About Me

Born Linda Marie Cassells, my named changed over the years. I was called Miki in high school by close friends. My name was changed to Charity while a member of the Children of God in the 70's and then changed to Caridad, while living in Costa Rica. I began writing this Memoir In June 2010. I invite you to join me in the writing, editing, publishing and marketing journey.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Hola from Mexico. Thanks
to each and every one of you who have supported me in my writing over the last
two and a half years. I appreciate you!

A well-written book needs fresh ingredients: flavor, spice, nutrients, color. Scenes need to be palatable, visual, enticing. That is what I've been doing over the last couple of years. Learning to write well. Learning to have the right ingredients in my Memoir.

Unstoppable is divided into three main
parts and the first two are DONE and ready to be published. I’m here in Mexico
polishing the third section.

The book title continues
to evolve. The newest one is, “Unstoppable: Rebellion, Renewal & Redemption, My Journey to The House of Hope.”

This title ties into my three-part true-life story.
Part one of the memoir is “Rebellion” (my early years), part two “Renewal” (my
Children of God years) and part three “Redemption” (the House of Hope years).

Over the next few weeks, I'd like to invite each of
you to write part of a scene from Unstoppable. I’ll start the paragraph and let you fill in
how you think it ended or should end.

Here we go:

#1 (scene from chapter 1) : "…Just
then, the jail door opened and three angry-looking policemen shoved the missing
six commune brothers, including Watchman, our leader, into the cell. Two of the
boys had bruised faces and swollen eyes.

“What happened?” Peter asked.

“You won’t believe it,” Watchman said,
finding a place to sit in the cell. “Twenty-five policemen showed up at the
house, broke through the front and back doors, and tore the house apart. They
questioned all of us and beat up Joshua and Matthew.”

I watched his face flush with anger while
his voice remained calm, even, controlled.

“Drugs? We’re just young people here in
Mexico helping other young people,” Mayra said. “That’s not a crime, is it?”

Suddenly, the overhead light bulb that had
struggled to illuminate our area flickered and died out, leaving us in
semi-darkness. The moon, peeking through two small windows near the ceiling,
provided a sliver of light..."

Now your turn…Complete the scene from your
imagination by writing it as a comment. I'll publish your responses on the blog. Enjoy!